"Who said I can't shoot?"
Lu Fengxuan couldn't stand the condescending look on Lu Xingye's face and, with a spiky tone, couldn't help but retort.
As she touched the gun, she was reminded of her young self sitting on a man's lap, his rough calloused hands guiding hers as he taught her to shoot.
"Don't tremble, aim at your target, and never be afraid of it."
The man had a comforting pine scent about him, his embrace was warm, and the sunlight sprinkled on his firm brow, his gaze reflecting a dazzling light.
That embrace was the first warmth she felt in her life when she was only seven years old.
She could never forget it for the rest of her life.
Lu Xingye's eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked at the nostalgic expression on Lu Fengxuan's face and felt it was an eyesore, his voice icy to the bone, "Yu Chiyin actually let you touch a gun?"
Such a dangerous thing, and he actually allowed her to touch it, to learn??
